Last night I got told Grandma took a turn for the worse. Dad, my Aunt and Gaynor (one of Grandma's sisters) were called to her side. She was drugged up and sleeping. At home, my Mum broke the news and told me to expect the worse. We cried and cuddled together. After 5 hours, Dad came home. Grandma was still with us. She woke up and looked at them around her bed, joked I am not gone yet! They were happy she was ok.
Then this morning my Aunt called and said Grandma is calling for her kids. Dad has gone with my Aunt.
Maybe this is it.....
